Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-03-29

at her back hair. Unfortunately she
caught hold Of the innocent beetle it
self, and, giving vent to a shrill
scream that made the raftcrs of the
house ring, she threw it violently from
her, to the great CONSERVATION Of
every one in the house, many of whom
imagined Miss Mason had discovered
mouse in the pew.
Mr.. Allen pronounced the benedic-
ton and dismissed his congregation.
And naughty Joe Whitney, holding his
cap before his face, choked and gasped,
in the agonies Of suppressed laughter.
all the way to the door.
CHAPTER XII.
The promise Of April had given
place 10 the fplfllments of June, filling
the air with summer sunshine and
beauty. Tad. under the supervision Of
Miss Smith, whose angular features
were shaded by an immense garden
hat, was wedding the pansy-bed in the
front yard. Miss Smith, who was q
great flower-lover. made somewhat Of
q speciality Of cultiYating sweet-peas
and pansies, which she gave away in
their season'with liberal hand.
You would hardly have recognized
Tad in the brown-faced boy, in blue
oyeralls, bending lovingly over the
quaint, upturned flower-faces that
peered into his own. He had taken to
his new vocation with surprising read
mess, aud Miss Smith secretly congrat-
ulated herself on having at last found
boy after her own heart, though she
seldom allowed her satisfaction to show
itself in the form of words.
Here comes that Forrest chap
again. muttered Miss Smith, discon-
tentedly, as she glanced toward an
elaborately-dressed young man who
was sauntering along the elm-shaded
street; II wish he'd kept away about
his own business. and not come idling
round, taking your attention otf'n your
work"
For Mr.. Paul Forrest was one of John
Doty's city boarders, who had scraped
an acquaintance with Tad very soon
after coming to Bixport. He seemed
to take singular interest in Tad,
which. as he explained to Miss Smith,
arose from the boys strong resem-
blance to his youngest and only brother,
who had died year previous-"the
last one, excepting myself. of a family
Of seven, he said, with sad smile.
For Mr.. Forrest did great deal of
smiling, first and last; and, curious
enough, Tad, in some vague wfy, was
reminded by it of the genial Mr.. Jones,
whom he had met in Boston, before
coming to Bixport. OF course, this
was simply an absurd fancy on his
part. The fraudulent Jones was a
smooth-faced young man, with gold
tipped teeth-while Mr.. Paul Forrest
sported very glossy black mustache,
that had purplish tinge in certain
lights, and the whitest and most even
teeth that were ever seen outside a
dentists establishment; neither was the
little blueish scar visible upon Mr..
Forests white forehead, that Tad had
noticed upon the intellectual brow Of
Jones. Yet, all the same. he often un-
consciously connected the two in his
mind, even while he laughed at his
own folly in so doing.
Miss Smith, good-morning-Tad,
my boy, how are youp" exclaimed Mr..
Forrest, with his ELUSIVE smile. as he
loungcd idly up the garden-path, and,
with GOODNESS peculiar to himself, sat
down on the edge Of the garden piazza
Miss Smith stifiiy acknowledged che
greeting, and Tad, glancing up shyly,
said he was protty well. He was a lit
tie fiattered by MIR. Forests evident
interest in himself though he was not
quite sure that he liked it. after all. He
had nothing in common with the city
bred gentleman, and was rather puz-
zled to know what Mr.. Forrest could
have in common with himself.
"Come into the house after you get
through wedding, Tad; / want you" !"
said Miss Smith, stalking past the una
Dashed Mr.. Forrest, who sat quite at
his ease, with the ivory head Of his cane
between his lips.
"Yes'm," was the meek reply, and
Tad silently continued his work, wish
ing that Mr.. Forrest would go, for he
was very well aware that Miss Smith
did not at all approve of the gentle